Shawn
Lila didn’t text me that night.
That probably shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did. We’d only officially been together for a few hours, and I wasn’t expecting her to spend every second attached to her phone just because I was her boyfriend now. Still, I’d sent her a message after dinner asking if she’d survived telling her mom about us, and almost two hours later, it still showed as read with no reply.
Something had happened.
I typed another message, deleted it, then tossed my phone onto my bed.
Five seconds later, I picked it back up.
Me: Everything okay?
This time she answered.
Lila: Yeah. Just tired.
Bullshit.
I stared at the screen before typing.
Me: Want to talk?
The dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.
Lila: Not really.
That answer told me more
